The Branch yearns for Man_Hu
For there is a deep passion
Which overwhelms the soul;
It slumbers within the depths of awareness
And touches the heartstrings of destiny.
The Source, from whence was unfurled the shroud
Of darkness to touch the morning light,
Issues forth the inner passion from out of
The primeval essence of that which is self-existent.
The Vine knows the heart of the yearning branch,
And yields the covering dew which nurtures